The Story of Us
Author's Note: As a warning this is mostly in song. I was tossing back and forth between the two plots in my head before I just decided to write both of them.

Kurt Elizabeth Hummel at 19 years old, a college freshman at NYADA had his entire life in front of him. He was young and talented(he was a countertenor after all). But now this same young man was sitting on his bed singing cryingly a song. He wasn't putting his emotions into it like Patti LaPone had taught him to do. No, Instead he was singing The Story of Us while clutching his boyfriend pillow that his friend Rachel had given him as a joke.

I used to think one day we'd tell the story of us,
How we met and the sparks flew instantly,
People would say, "They're the lucky ones."
I used to know my place was a spot next to you,
Now I'm searching the room for an empty seat,
'Cause lately I don't even know what page you're on.
Oh, a simple complication,
Miscommunications lead to fall out.
So many things that I wish you knew,
So many walls that I can't break through.

Now I'm standing alone in a crowded room and we're not speaking,
And I'm dying to know is it killing you like it's killing me, yeah?
I don't know what to say, since the twist of fate when it all broke down,
And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now.

Next Chapter

How'd we end up this way?
See me nervously pulling at my clothes and trying to look busy,
And you're doing your best to avoid me.
I'm starting to think one day I'll tell the story of us,
How I was losing my mind when I saw you here,
But you held your pride like you should've held me.
Oh, I'm scared to see the ending,
Why are we pretending this is nothing?
I'd tell you I miss you but I don't know how,
I've never heard silence quite this loud.

Now I'm standing alone in a crowded room and we're not speaking,
And I'm dying to know is it killing you like it's killing me, yeah?
I don't know what to say, since the twist of fate when it all broke down,
And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now.

This is looking like a contest,
Of who can act like they care less,
But I liked it better when you were on my side.
The battle's in your hands now,
But I would lay my armor down
If you said you'd rather love than fight.
So many things that you wished I knew,
But the story of us might be ending soon.

Now I'm standing alone in a crowded room and we're not speaking,
And I'm dying to know is it killing you like it's killing me, yeah?
I don't know what to say, since the twist of fate when it all broke down,
And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now, now, now.
And we're not speaking,
And I'm dying to know is it killing you like it's killing me, yeah?
I don't know what to say, since the twist of fate 'cause we're going down,
And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now.
The End.

"Can I really say The End? Do I mean it?" Kurt asked himself after he had finished singing the song that had been going through his head he and Blaine had broken up back in October. Sometimes all he needed was to release his emotions and the best way to do that was in song.

Kurt looked at the picture on his night stand. It was one of him, Blaine, and his dad at Christmas time; all of them smiling at the camera. It was his favorite picture because of its complete honesty. The Vouge magazine was still on Kurt's lap ; nothing was posed. It truly was a perfect picture! With that thought in his head, Kurt reached for his phone and pressed speed dial #2 for Blaine(his dad was first.) He was going to get his love story back on track where it belonged.